Every minute of Lindsay's life was tormented.

Even though he kept hinting to himself that it was a game, as long as he carried it for a while, the pain would be over.

But as time went on, his mental cues stopped working.

He began to hear his own heartbeat, getting louder and louder, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

The bright white and dazzling light shone into his pupils, and the white walls and white tables in front of him seemed to begin to distort and become grotesque and absurd, like deformed ultra-modern art paintings.

The world around him began to disintegrate and melt, and in a trance, he seemed to see the faces of many acquaintances.

But without exception, all of these people had in their eyes disgust and contempt for him.

His heart sank little by little, as if it was torn and then reassembled and torn apart again.

It hurts so much, I can't breathe.

The off-field staff soon noticed that something was wrong with Lindsay through the surveillance, rushed into the room, and brought him out.

There are many more players like Lindsay.

There are those who fall into hallucinations like Lindsay, there are those who yell, stand up and flip the table, and those who become frightened and finally can't stand up and bang on the door wildly and shout to come out.

In just 25 minutes, more than a dozen players were ruled out one after another.

For a while, the medical team of the competition was very busy.

Fortunately, the participants were not affected for a long time, and most of the symptoms were quickly relieved with the help of the medical team.

On the screen, the original thirty-two lenses have been sharply reduced to eighteen.

[I was originally skeptical of what Major Chai said, and I always felt that the room was a little quieter, but now that I see that all the players are running out, I really believe that it is so difficult. ]

[Upstairs, we usually sleep at night when no one is around, and our ears can receive a volume of about 30 decibels.] If it's all silent... Imagine it is welcome. ]

[Three minutes to go.] I don't know if the rest of the players will be able to hold on. ]

[I don't think there's a problem, the big waves are sweeping the sand, and the rest of these should already be elite.] ]

[It's hard to say.,It feels like it's basically the end of the crossbow.,I think some of the faces are already very bad.,Purely relying on willpower to resist.] ]

[No, I look at this player in the live broadcast room No. 37 and I'm very calm.] ]

In a barrage of declining songs, this barrage attracted everyone's attention, so for a while, many netizens couldn't help but cut to the No. 37 live broadcast room and wanted to find out.

On the screen, the black-haired girl sits peacefully in a chair, her eyes slightly closed, and there is no pain on her face.

It's not like other players in the live broadcast room, who are pale and sweaty.

There was not even a hint of uneasiness or anxiety on her face.

The sudden surge in popularity in the No. 37 live broadcast room naturally attracted the attention of the competition side, and the center of the big screen in the studio was immediately switched to the camera of the No. 37 live broadcast room.

"This little girl seems... Not affected at all? Shangguan Qingfei's tone was surprised.

"Is that her?" Chai Jin saw a familiar face, and he remembered, wasn't this the little girl with extremely fast hands in the preliminary competition?

"Just now, it seems that so many contestants have memorized recipes, memorized Buddhist scriptures, and prayed, but none of them have such..."Shangguan Qingfei thought for a while, "Calm and relaxed." ”

That's right, it's calm.

If the legendary "white punishment" that terrified the prisoners had been able to ignore its power by mere diversion, no one would have been able to successfully compete with it for so long.

The method of distraction may be effective for the first ten or twenty minutes, but as time passes, the team members who have lost the concept of time in the room will be unable to continue to concentrate due to the huge mental load.

You must know that although the audience outside the stadium knows that the exam will end in 30 minutes, the players don't know!

For them, this torment and hopelessness of not knowing when it will end will be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Their attention will involuntarily shift to the desire to end the matter, so that they will not be able to compete with this abnormal environment, and finally the mental stress will turn into physical changes.

This is also the reason why the rest of these players have basically changed their faces.

The girl on the screen seems to be unaffected, which shows that she is still able to control her attention.

"This player's mental strength must be very strong." Chai Jin nodded and said affirmatively, "With such a strong spiritual power, the synchronization rate of the mecha must be extremely high, and the control of the mecha must be a good hand, and he is really a rare mecha warrior." ”

Xiang Renfeng, who was busy watching the live broadcast in the office, was suddenly choked by the tea in his mouth when he heard the words, and he coughed several times before he eased up, with a subtle expression: ... No one may believe it when he says it, but this player's synchronization rate can't even open an ordinary mecha.

In the endless eagerness of the contestants, the first game was finally announced.

All the participants were ushered out by the guide who opened the door one by one.

Some of the contestants who were picked up fainted on the spot, some had tears in their eyes, their eyes were red, and some were prostrated and unable to walk.

For a while, there was another period of chaos.

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"Knock knock!" The sound of knocking on the door interrupted Chen Mengmeng's thoughts.

"Huh?" Chen Mengmeng, who opened her eyes, was dazed for two seconds.

The style of painting in this room seems to be different from others.

The No. 12 guide who came to pick up Chen Mengmeng was silent for two seconds: "... The game is over. You can come out. ”

"Oh." Chen Mengmeng nodded, stood up, moved her limbs, and slowly walked out of the room.

Navigator 12: ... If I'm not mistaken, she still seems to look back with nostalgia?

Chen Mengmeng, who returned to the assembly point, was startled by the people sitting paralyzed all over the ground, how could he go in well and come out one by one?

"Chen. Meng Meng.."

Who's calling the soul? The voices were all hoarse.

Chen Mengmeng turned her head to see that Weng Xin was being helped by medical staff to lean against the corner of the wall to inhale oxygen, sweating profusely as if he had just been fished out of the water, and sitting next to him was Nat who was also a little out of strength.

"He's this. Took a shower in your room? Chen Mengmeng looked at Weng Xin and hesitated.

"I'm all like this.... You still talk cool things. I was on the verge of success... I really didn't hold up for the last moment. Weng Xin rolled his eyes, gasped, and said, "But the one is worse than me." ”

Weng Xin pointed to the bench on the other side.

Chen Mengmeng looked along and found Cheng Shen, who was in dull eyes, and his condition didn't seem to be very good, and Liu Gai and Tian Xin were by his side.

"His reaction was a bit big, and he heard that he was carried out at the age of twenty minutes, and he still hasn't come back to his senses. But the medical staff said that he should just let him slow down, and there was no big problem. Nat leaned against the wall, looked at Chen Mengmeng's instantly frowning brows, and said with relief.

"Where's Yang Na?" Chen Mengmeng asked.

Nat pointed upwards, "Don't worry, she's the best of us besides you." After coming out, I drank a bottle of water and said that I would go to an open place to stay for a while, and take it slowly. ”

"I see you've only been picked up now, so you should have passed the test, right? I knew you could do it. ”

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